caution: just letting you know, I wrote this years ago, so some things may not add up. I won't change them because most of you understand what I'm trying to say. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors. enjoy reading! 'listen here red, we're gonna send each other a selfie a day, with a caption.' 'i don't know you.' 'yeah, i don't know you either, but that's how we'll get to know each other.' 'why me?' 'you seem interesting.' 'promise you're not weird?' 'promise. i'm the guy with the black hair and squishy face.' 'alright, i'll do it.' 'great. selfies start tomorrow. rules are: we can't know each others names or where each other live. can't wait to get started. (;'

➳ [a.i.] // he's dangerous, she just doesn't know it.

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

Those four boys that lurked the halls in dark clothing and mischief lining their lips were as smooth and cool as metal—and many believed that was what they were made of. Whoever made them, they also believed, forgot to put in a heart. It was because of this that they resided by the name The Metal Boys. The thing about this group is that although they may be freezing on the inside, they’re hot on the surface; touch them and you might get burned. COPYRIGHT © TINKER BELLE.

she had to make ten lists and if he liked them, he'd like her.

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

"Hello, this is the rejection hotline. The person who gave you this number just isn't that interested, so move on. If you feel like ranting to someone, press one to speak to a live representative. But otherwise, get a grip, they were out of your league."

"i saved you from yourself when you had no one else left" - michael clifford au

in which a girl fears for her life while trying to save his. 2014 © aeryncole

How terrible it is to love something death can touch.